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To Find Love Again

By Presley's Angel All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Other

Chapter 6

Josiah’s internal alarm woke him up at six. Giving a sleepy yawn, he rubbed his hand across Brooke’s soft stomach. Leaning up, he looked over her shoulder at her sleeping face and said, “Brooke, wake up Baby.”

Her eyes fluttered open and her brows wrinkled in confusion. Then she turned her head and looked at him.

“Good morning,” he said.

“I went to sleep?”

Nodding his agreement, he said, “Yeah, I guess we both did. I vaguely recall...um...”

“Recall what?”

Clearing his throat, he said, “Well, I may have removed some articles of clothing.”

Brooke pulled the cover away from her and looked down. Then laying it back down she moved onto her back and gazed at him, not saying anything.

He was soon lost in those green eyes of hers. He felt his body began to heat up with her so close.

When he lost Misty, he went cold. Women flirted but he ignored them. He wasn’t interested, because they did nothing for him, not even a flicker of interest, until now. Now he wanted this woman next to him with everything he had.

“Josiah kiss me.” She whispered.

“Baby are you sure?” He asked. “We’re in a bed half naked, it would be so easy too…”

“Please,” she interrupted to beg.

Giving in, he let their lips move together as one, as if they were meant to be. When they were breathless, he moved down her neck, nipping gently as he went.

Brooke moaned, and her hands moved up under his shirt to rake her nails over his bare back.

Taking this as permission to touch her in return, he ran his hand along her naked thigh. What he really wanted though was a taste of her luscious breasts.

So, he moved his hand up under her shirt, pushing it up as he went, stopping just under her right breast. He feared he was once more moving too fast, yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from asking, “Can I touch and kiss on your breasts Baby?”

“Yes.”

Now having her permission, he moved his hand further up. Pulling her bra strap down, he uncovered her breast to his gaze. “Lovely,” he whispered as he cupped it in his hand, lightly moving his thumb across the nipple. He watched it harden, giving a groan as he leaned down to flick his tongue across it.

“Josiah,” she moaned as she arched her back. She then reached up, grabbed hold of his head and pulled him closer.

Opening his mouth wider, he began to suck and tease her as he listened to the sweet honeyed sounds that she made. He moved over to the other breast, lavishing attention on it as his hand roamed downward.

Finding the apex of her thighs, he cupped her there, grinding the heel of his hand against her.

She gave a whimpering cry, pushing her hips up.

“Tell me what you want Brooke. I don’t want to take this further then you’re comfortable with. I’ll stop if that’s what you want,” he said softly as he raised up to look her in the eyes.

Her eyes fluttered open. “I-I really like you Josiah. It would be so easy to go all the way right now. It would also be so easy to fall for you, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared Baby, falling can be the best feeling in the world,” he whispered with confidence, because he’d experienced that fall and it was a wonderful feeling. “And I believe falling a second time is going to feel just as good as the first time did.”

Her eyes widened. “So, it truly isn’t too soon for you after...?”

“I already told you it wasn’t, so take the plunge with me Brooke,” he whispered. “Fall with me.”

She nodded, and reaching up, she pulled him down for a kiss. When she pulled back, breathless, her face pink, she said, “I’m not ready to...take it further. I’m sorry, I...”

“Sh... Brooke, it’s alright. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t take more then you’re willing to give. I meant it when I said I would stop if that was what you wanted,” he said.

“Thank you for being a gentleman Josiah,” she murmured. “I really like kissing though. I haven’t actually done a lot of it.”

“Then for now, I’ll give you all the kisses you want, Baby,” he told her before kissing her again. He deepened it as he felt her hands began to move once more.

Her fingertips barely brushed the cotton of his shirt across his back, but as the kiss deepened even more, he felt her nails dig in slightly. Soon though, her hands were back under his shirt, touching, feeling, and making him moan.

“Ah, Baby, you make me feel so good,” he told her as their lips parted. Leaning down further, he found the sweet spot on her neck and sucked as he moved his hand back to her breast.

When his hand started moving lower, she caught it with hers.

Pulling away from her neck he looked at her.

Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, but she had a shy look in her eyes. She stuttered to say, “I-I think maybe we better stop before...because I want...I...!”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “It’s just been so long, and you feel so good, and I-I guess I just got carried away in the moment.”

Her eyes moved over his face as if searching for something. She whispered, “You mean you haven’t...?”

“No, not since Misty. When she died I felt like a piece of me was missing and women just didn’t interest me that way. They tried but,” he shrugged, “I was never even tempted, until you.”

“Oh”

“Maybe I better go shower before I’m tempted again,” he told her as he sat up in the bed.

“Yeah. I should be thinking about leaving anyway,” she said, sitting up also.

So, he gave her a smile before heading for the bathroom. Once there he began to feel guilty, no, not because he wasn’t over his wife. No, it was because he wasn’t sure if he’d pushed Brooke to fast or not. She had been hurt by this Ron character and he didn’t get the idea her mom was loving to her. He also didn’t want her to think she had to do sexual things just to make him happy. He wanted her to enjoy what they did as much as he did, with no guilt.

Staring into the bathroom mirror, he thought, I want her though, all of her. I wasn’t lying when I told her I was falling fast. I fell fast for Misty too, and she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was devastated when she was killed, and for almost six months all I did was cry or break things.

Those thoughts had him mind flashing back to the day his friend Promise had had enough. She came over that morning and dumped ice water on his head!

**Flashback**

“PROMISE! Why did you do that?” I had bellowed as I sat up straight on the couch.

“Enough is enough Josiah! Misty wouldn’t want you to be living this way, if you even call this living!” She had yelled back.

Wiping the water from my face, I sighed. “What do you want me to do P.? She was my world, and now she’s gone.”

“The first thing is to take a bath and trim that hedge growing on your face, it’s disgusting!”

I had reached up to feel of my beard and realized it was bushy and probably six inches long. Yep, way too long!

She had continued, “Then I want you to be the president of this MC your father expected you to be. The men are running wild with no supervision. And last of all, I want you to help the police catch that sorry, no good, excuse for humanity that killed your wife! He shouldn’t be out there living his life freely after what he did!”

**Flashback over**

Promise had been right.

That scum didn’t deserve to live the good life after killing Josiah’s wife. So, he had gotten up, cleaned up, and joined the man hunt. Now the scum was in jail serving life without parole, and justice was served for Misty.

He also knew Misty would want him to be happy.

He turned the shower off, and after drying myself, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He’d forgotten to grab any clothes in his hast.

Opening the door, he stepped into the bedroom to find Brooke crying as she looked up at him from her phone.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Josiah asked worriedly as he quickly made his way over to her.

“My-my mom has been calling and texting me. I had my phone on silent while I studied and forgot to turn it up. She’s so mad at me,” she whispered. Then she held out her hand with the phone in it and he took it.

Her mom’s texts read:

*Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone?

*Young lady come home now!

*Brooke I’m tired of this!

*Where are you? With that Ron character or some other man? That’s it isn’t it, you’re with a man!

*Becky saw your car at the motel this morning. Really Brooke? A motel?

*I thought I raised you better. Come home NOW!

He raised his eyes from the phone to look at her.

“You’re a grown woman Brooke, surely she isn’t that mad,” he said. “Upset that you didn’t call but...?”

Brooke shook her head. “No, I know my mom and she’s really mad.”

Pulling her up off the chair, he hugged her as he kissed the side of her head.

“You have no reason to feel guilty, we fell asleep and nothing happened,” he informed her. So, why am I feeling guilt, again?

She looked up at him and must have read his face like an open book because she said, “You don’t have to look guilty, I wanted what we did, or I would have stopped you Josiah.”

“Oh Baby, I don’t feel guilty about what we did. I just worry, because I’m afraid I might have pushed you too fast. I worry maybe you felt pressured somehow,” he admitted to her sadly.

“Like I said, I wanted to, and you stopped when I asked you too,” she reminded him. “So, no more guilt, for either of us.”

Leaning down, he kissed her again before saying, “No more guilt, but do you want me to come with you to confront your mom?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh NO! No, she’s a man hater, remember? The last thing I need to do is bring a man home.”

He gave her a sheepish look. “Ah...yeah, sorry. I forgot about that.”

“It’s okay Joey, I’m used to her weirdness,” Brooke said with a sigh as she lay her head on his chest.

He stood there, holding her and enjoying her closeness. He felt contentment flowing through his body and making him feel so good as he ran his hand soothingly over her back. He murmured, “Mm... Brooke, I like being called Joey. No one has ever called me that.”

“I like when you call me Baby too,” she said, tipping her head back to look at him, “but I suppose I should go face the music with my mom. Plus, I work today at the hardware store.”

“Terry and Promise are coming today. There is much to be done before we open the café back up for dinner. So, I suppose I need to get a move on too.”

Brooke gave him one more kiss before grabbing her purse and basket. She then told him good bye and left, leaving him to dress and start his day.


“Mom, I’m home,” Brooke called as she opened the door.

“No need to yell, I heard the car drive up,” Mom said. She had a sour look on her face as she glanced down at her watch.

Brooke dreaded the next words out of her mom’s mouth.

“It is now two hours after I sent the text telling you to get home. Just couldn’t leave your nasty biker man, could you? I taught you better then to go around those worthless creatures. I suppose you just never learned, even after that Ron character.”

“Mom I...” Brooke began.

“Don’t bother with your excuses. I already know how low you will stoop. Your boy Ron made sure of that the night he brought you home drunk, wearing nothing but a pair of lace undies!”

Brooke gasped at that and said, “Mom, what did he tell you? I really didn’t...”

Mom gave a humorless laugh. “Oh, he gave me an ear full. He told me all about the good time you gave him and his friends. He said you were a real pro. I knew then it was just a matter of time before you began sleeping around, but I never thought you would be so shameless with it as to park your car in front of a motel. Disgusting behavior, that’s all it is!”

“No mom, please! It’s all lies! Ron gave me something! I didn’t do it...”

Mom interrupted rudely and said, “I told you, I don’t want to hear your excuses. I let it go the first time but spending the night with some man in a motel, NO! I can’t let that behavior slide. I’ll be the laughing stock of the town when it gets out, if Becky hasn’t already spread it, you know what a gossip she is. So, pack your bags and be out of my house in two hours!” Then she turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Brooke stood there in shock. Her legs were frozen in place for a moment, but as soon as she could move, she quickly ran to her room in tears. Once there, she stood in the middle of the room remembering her childhood and realizing how badly her mom had treated her through most of her teen years.

It seemed as if Mom had loved her when she was small. When she got older though, old enough to be interested in boys, she tried to discourage Brooke from it. She wouldn’t be discouraged though, and that was when Mom had begun to ignore and ridicule her.

After having a bit of a pity party, she wiped her tears on the sleeve of her shirt and straightened. “No Brooke, no more tears. She isn’t worth it.”

Pulling out her suitcases, she quickly threw her clothes in them and put everything else in the boxes that were conveniently sitting in the middle of her floor.

“Huh, wonder if I would have found my things on the front porch if I’d come in any later,” she mumbled.

When she had finished packing, she dragged her stuff to her car and loaded it.

Taking one last look at the house she grew up in, she mentally said goodbye before getting in her car and leaving. She had nowhere to go, so driving to the park, she found a place to park, switching her car off.

Then she lay her head on the steering wheel and cried.

Finally, her tears were spent, and she knew she had to have a plan. So, pulling out her cellphone she dialed a number.

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